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lyrics

Put it simply
You still send me
Muscle memory
Keeps us in touch

Baby we may
Lack for leeway
Instant replay can’t be a crutch

America
You’re so perilous

Sam, you got me on the edge of something more than just my seat
It’s a blood rush to the head if we just let history repeat
And I’m not one to say that what we had
Ran its course
But I know we can’t go back to before

I won’t phone in
Serotonin
Seize the moment
Before I’m done

Losing balance
With all this baggage
Noble savage
Native son

America
You’re so scared of us

Sam, you got me on the edge of something more than just my seat
It’s a blood rush to the head if we just let history repeat
And I’m not one to say that what we had
Ran its course
But I know we can’t go back to before

I’m all in
Keep me like a glow inside your
Cauldron
You can be Thoreau, I’ll be your
Walden
You’re an icon so
Let the bygones go

Sam, you got me on the edge of something more than just my seat
It’s a blood rush to the head if we just let history repeat
And I’m not one to say that what we had
Ran its course
But I know we can’t go back…

Sam, you got me on the edge of something more than just my seat
It’s a blood rush to the head if we just let history repeat
And I’m not one to say that what we had
Ran its course
But I know we can’t go back to before

credits

released May 22, 2020
Produced and recorded by Corey Zack at the Cocoon in Jersey City, NJ
Mixed and mastered by Paul Leavitt
Art by Modern Misery